In my dream I see a dark girl there is a window with a thin layer of dust that obscures her face inside the room there is the last light of setting sun, the orange beam slitting the door whispers a bronze sheen on her bare shoulder outside it is dark, with no escape ladder I wait on a moonless night to watch her glow, she moves closer out of focus, closer still, ah the face fills the window glass, that separates us. A breath imprint struggles to escape the barrier - misty vapours eatherise the faceless over my lips.